[All the soldiers are looking off (Left). Enter Fair, holding the white flag on the staff, followed by Cupid.
Fair (stopping a short distance away). I have come to claim my dead!
[At the sound of her voice every man takes off his hat. They stand: some looking at her, some looking away.
Hop. (coming forward). He is here (she looks at him for a second as though in recognition, then her face is cold as before, her eyes shining). God!
[He turns away. She looks past him; sees Bev's body on the coat; goes quickly to him, dropping to his side, her arms around him.
Winth. (to Hopkins). Where—has she gone? It seems so dark.
Hop. I saw her swoop down like a mother bird to her young. (Winthrop tries to speak; his voice fails; he sinks limply back on the blanket). Steve! Only fainted. Ah! (he rises and goes slowly to Fair; when he speaks, his voice is very soft). Won't you speak to him. He may be dying?
[Fair has risen to her feet. She comes slowly forward. She sees Winthrop, and for a second a wild flash of joy crosses her face. She starts forward, but stops herself suddenly, her hands before her eyes. She stands for a moment, very white and quiet; when she speaks, her voice is low and very tired.
Fair. Better so! Better so!
[She turns once more to the body. Two soldiers come forward at a sign from Hopkins, but old Cupid steps before them.